A week later, Ning Zhiyuan took the notebook, came to Ding Zhicheng's office, and briefly reported the civil affairs work, and then said, Secretary, other things are progressing in an orderly manner, and the top priority is to allocate this year's spring famine funds.

Ding Zhicheng said solemnly, first implement it as soon as possible, and then sort out why the allocation has been delayed, and even more clarify the allocation situation over the years. Ning Zhiyuan was ordered to return to the office, called Fan Xianle to come to his office, and said, Director Fan, send the information on this year's spring famine funds allocated to the village within today, and after I sign it, the money must be in place tomorrow. Fan Xianle looked embarrassed and replied, Secretary Ning, I'm afraid this is difficult. Ning Zhiyuan said sternly, what I said was a must! Fan Xianle said that the mayor of Zhaoshi and the deputy mayor of Xianbin did not instruct. Ning Zhiyuan's expression was cold, the town party committee asked me to be fully responsible, and the subordinates obeyed the superiors, this is the rule. Looking at the tough Ning Zhiyuan, Fan Xianle stood up and said, then I'll do it right away.

Qin Zhaoshi sat behind the desk and said to Tang Xianbin and Fan Xianle, let's dial first. Tang Xianbin said eagerly, the mayor of the town, said that the financial department of the financial department will pay the investment subsidy of the pastoral company, and this will be dragged again after the allocation, and it is not easy for the county magistrate Wei to explain. Qin Zhaoshi held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were full of treachery, and said, it was to see how Ding Zhicheng explained to the county magistrate Wei and angered Uncle Wei, so he had to get out of the house in advance.

Fan Xianle said with a sad face, Ning Zhiyuan didn't sign a penny for the expenses of civil affairs, including the ticket last time, and now life is really sad. Qin Zhaoshi said cruelly, Lao Tzu tried to clean him up, and Vice Minister Yang Qingbo was also looking for an opportunity, you all know it. The three of them laughed and smoked, and the office suddenly filled with smoke.

Looking at the procedures for the allocation of funds to the village, Ning Zhiyuan said lightly, let me put these distribution lists here. Fan Xianle opened his mouth hesitantly, and when he saw the stern eyes cast on the other side, he was a little stunned in his heart, and hurriedly went out.

In the evening, Ning Zhiyuan sent the distribution list to Han Dongchuan's house. Han Dongchuan said, Secretary Ning, the account book of Lizi Village last time was seriously inconsistent with the report of the town's civil affairs office, it seems that the three problems I said exist, and the evidence is conclusive, not only the three problems you saw, there should be twelve. Then handed over the account book, Ning Zhiyuan looked at it, and where the mark was marked, the amount of the difference was annotated next to it, and the total amount of funds involved was as high as 63,200 yuan. Ning Zhiyuan was stunned, a village has such a high amount of money, what is the situation of the whole town. He felt that the magnitude of the problem was beyond prediction.

He said solemnly, Lao Han, you should check the authenticity of the spring famine payment as soon as possible, and see if the allocated funds are consistent with the received funds. Han Dongchuan nodded.

For several weeks in a row, Ning Zhiyuan traveled to 23 villages in the town to check the distribution of civil affairs funds. When he came to the house of Wang Daman, a low-income household in Dongjiao Village, Ning Zhiyuan gave him the rice and flour oil he bought with his salary, and said kindly, Uncle Wang, the party committee is very concerned about your life. Wang Daman thanked again and again, and said, yes, yes, now I finally don't have to worry about food and clothing, alas, it's my body that is expensive to take medicine. Ning Zhiyuan said that if you think of a way to solve the medical expenses, there will definitely be a way to solve them.

Ning Zhiyuan asked in a low voice, Uncle Wang, there are twelve people in your group who eat subsistence allowance, are everyone so annoyed? Wang Daman was depressed for a moment and didn't open his mouth. Ning Zhiyuan encouraged and said, don't be afraid, you say, I want to grasp the real situation. Wang Daman said that in fact, except for the other five people who are in line with the policy, the others are either relatives of village cadres, or there is no such person at all.

Ning Zhiyuan wrote them down one by one, his heart full of anger.

When all the questions were clarified, Ning Zhiyuan was stunned. First, over the years, the mayor of the town has retained a total of 890,000 yuan in the spring famine, and the village has retained 120,000 yuan; Second, 610 households in towns that should be included in the subsistence allowance were not included in the subsistence allowance, and 47 households were included in the subsistence allowance in violation of regulations, and 162 households were paid empty salaries, resulting in a loss of civil affairs funds of up to 3.2 million yuan; The third is the misappropriation of civil affairs funds and the use of 110,000 yuan of work funds, all of which were used for food and drink, and even for bathing centers, teahouses, and nightclubs.

Sitting in Ding Zhicheng's office, the two smoked cigarettes and were silent. Ning Zhiyuan knew that Secretary Ding was now fighting fiercely in his heart. If this matter is opened, it will inevitably cause a big storm in Shiqiao Town, and the mayor and deputy mayor in charge and relevant personnel will be severely punished, and the town party committee will also assume leadership responsibility. If you press this matter, as a party secretary, you are derelict in your duties, and you are sorry for the trust of the organization and the expectations of the people; As a party member, you lose your party spirit and are unqualified.

All afternoon, Ding Zhicheng sat motionless in the office, and the two packs of cigarettes on the table were finished. Ning Zhiyuan got up and said, Secretary, you think about it! Ding Zhicheng nodded and replied, I'll think about it again.